Zhaodi was sold by her stepmother as a child bride when she was seven or eight years old. Her husband was a fool and her mother-in-law was a vicious old pious woman. My life since I was little has been growing hemp, raising silkworms, and weaving at night.
Even the fastest and best weaver in the village still has neither enough food nor clothing to keep warm, and is beaten once a day.
Having had enough of this life, Zhaodi decided to run away.